Dejavu

I unlock the diary of my life that I've been written before,

With a cup of hot coffee on my table

And the Spotify as the background music.

The first page,

It was written that I was happy.

As I will live with you.

The second page,

It was written that I felt sad,

As I just left my parents.

The third page,

It was unfilled,

I was tongue-tied and wonder why it was blank white.

I open the diary at a second time,

But,

It turns out that,

Nothing has been written in the diary before.

I started to realize for a few seconds,

That I was having a dream.